Back for another tidbit. A poem that my father enjoyed to read to me when I was young. Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken. A great view in which way to go. The easy road that is well kept, green, and well traveled or the one that is not well kept, overgrown, and difficult to follow. The road less travel is fraught with difficulty, hard work, and failure, but brings success. You will have to travel a road. Which one will you travel?

The Road Not Taken 

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.